Write On - Poem by Amit Sharma
If writing verse were seen as cursed, then down with the devil I'd be.
The world can't end or comprehend just what this means to me.
For when in doubt I come about with such and such a phrase.
Swift will I write, all through the night, till I see the sun's sweet rays.
My spirit will, with use of quill, turn lines into a poem.
And when it's done, my words, well spun, will say: This'll show'em!
Good luck to all those poor souls who, like me, have much to say.
Perhaps we'll meet, by stream or street, sometime, somewhere, some day.
And on that day I'll share with you, some lines from my imagination.
We'll laugh, we'll share, smell the sweet air as friendship takes animation.
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